When The Situation Is Desperate, It Is

The Absurd Vanity Of Metaphysicians Who Like To Imagine That They Create The World By Thinking About It.

I Hold No Preference Among Flowers, So Long As They Are Wild, Free, Spontaneous.

Belief In The Supernatural Reflects A Failure Of The Imagination.

Somewhere In The Depths Of Solitude, Beyond Wilderness And Freedom, Lay The Trap Of Madness.

Men Come And Go, Cities Rise And Fall, Whole Civilizations Appear And Disappear-the Earth Remains, Slightly Modified. The Earth Remains, And The Heartbreaking Beauty Where There Are No Hearts To Break....i Sometimes Choose To Think, No Doubt Perversely, That Man Is A Dream, Thought An Illusion, And Only Rock Is Real. Rock And Sun.